InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Cursed And The Damned Walk Hand In Hand ❯ This time it`s not your fault ( Chapter 3 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: AmberAutopsy 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.15.2013 | Updated On: 08.15.2013 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 152 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.15.2013 | Updated On: 08.15.2013 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 152 | Status: Work In Progress
I laid on the grass expanse of the yard behind the shrine, tucked between two sitting Buddhas. My hands were tucked under my chin as I stared up at the highest window, the the silvery light faintly leaking over the balcony and spilling onto the ground a few yards away. My eyes grew laden as I continued watching the light flickering like a flame, feeling myself falling into my dreams...
Movement across my eye lids cut through my dreams, causing my eyes to snap open. I lifted my head and cast my eyes once again towards the balcony, watching as Sesshomaru stepped outside.
He wasn`t wearing his normal stuffy attire, I noted, now he only wore a simple white kimono, tied once at the waist, his hair tied up out of his face in a ponytail. I got to my feet as my eyes carried on examining him.
His eyes glittered such a familiar and warm honey gold color, narrowed slightly as he surveyed the the land before him, his hands braced atop the snowy wooden fence that enclosed the high balcony, looking somewhat like a great king overlooking his kingdom as the moon shone brightly behind him, setting his white hair aglow.
I was speechless.
Never before had I ever seen somebody that radiated such...strength...such power. He was always so annoyingly stoic and emotionless during the day and I found myself resenting his unashamed self assurance. But right then...looking up at him...it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
The cold wind ran it`s chilly fingers down my spine as the wind suddenly blew, whipping my fur as it passed, biting at my ears, lowered against the cold. I felt the wind caress across my face, watching as it silently scaled the building, fanning Sesshomaru face, blowing his bangs back revealing his glowing crescent moon tattooed on his forehead.
As his eyes slowly started to lower down to where i stood I felt my heart quicken as I retreated back into the shadows, my head bowed low. When I was back in the safe compounds of darkness I laid back down, watching his take one last, quick look around and head back inside, sliding the door shut quietly behind him.
That night I slept in my second form. To cold to sleep in my original form. My heavy head cradled on the backs of my hands, faintly feeling the delicate, cool snowflakes falling onto my snout as I fell back into my dreams, still seeing Sesshomaru against my eyelids.
He had never noticed it before but...he might actually be something amazing...
And if I had had any kind of doubt of what he had told me...they had disappeared, floating away into the night.
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Sesshomaru found the strange girl standing in front of a metal box which was held up by a single metal pole, a dull, chipped black thing connected to the box with a cord held against the side of her face. Her free hand shook as she reached into her pocket and pulled up a few coins and dumped them loudly onto a piece of the metal box that jetted out. After selecting her desired coin she shoved it into a thin slot at the top, punching a few of the numbered squares that laid just below it.
Scowling he stepping a few steps closer, leaning in, a faint buzzing touching his ears.
"Hello?" a males voice said, coming from the black thing she held against her ear.
"Hi, Sota..." the girl said, shoving her free hand back into her pocket. There was a loud sigh from the male.
"What is it, Kagome?"
The scent of shame reached his nose.
"I...I was wondering if I could borrow some money...?" there was a pause.
"You still haven`t paid me back from the last time I 'LOANED' you money." the girl scratched her head and squeezed her eyes shut.
"Yeah...I know..." she wrinkled her nose. "There`s just...not many jobs in New York-"
"Well, then you shouldn`t have left Japan." the male said, cutting her off mid sentence. "Mother told you not to."
"She`s not my mother." there was a long sigh again.
"Can we not start this again?"
"Okay..." here her voice turned small. "So...can you spear some?"
"I work hard for my money, Kagome. I have a wife and a kid to support. I can`t afford to support my dead beat-" there was a loud clank as she shoved the black thing back onto its hook.
"...you could have just said no..." her voice was whispered as she spoke to the air around her. For a short while she didn`t move. She kept her hand wrapped around the onyx contraption as she stared blankly at the numbered buttons. After a few seconds she let out a sad sigh and turned around, her face visibly falling even more as her dark eyes landed on me.
She didn`t speak a word as she slowly walked towards me, her head lowered. I watched silently as she passed, keeping a few steps behind her as we walked.
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"So what," I said as I set my bag down on the hard wooden floor. I had never saw as many stairs as there were in that damned shrine. I shook my head. I still had no idea how that old as fuck man had made it all the way up while I was sore and nearly gasping for breath. "Are you like...a King or something?" I smiled and looked over at Sesshomaru, who looked the same as he always did.
Unaffected.
"No," he said, picking up a piece of yellowing paper that sat rolled up on the desk beside him. "Merely a Lord."
'Merely.' I thought.
"Hmm..." I then dropped my attempt to start any kind of conversation with the 'Lord' and turned away, sitting on the edge of the bed I had claimed as mine and started taking off my snow wetted converse. I rubbed my sore blistered feet, the warmth from the heater by my bed was making my body relax, making me sleepy.
"Where is your home?" he said rather suddenly. My heart slowed at his words, picking back up into hyper drive seconds later as I looked up at him slowly as i tried to plaster a happy smile onto my face.
"Tokyo." I said quickly, looking back down at my battered feet. A slight accusing scent seemed to radiate off Sesshomaru, hitting my nose bitterly.
"You`re lying." he said coldly. I sighed.
"No, I`m not." I replied. "My 'family' really does live in Tokyo. Their fucking keepers of a famous shrine or something." I looked away. "THEY live in a cushy, safe house...while I live in much less comfort." My voice had unknowingly turned bitter. I took a deep breath, locking eyes back with Sesshomaru who cocked his head at me. Some of his rich, white hair falling softly onto his pale cheek as he continued to stare.
"Why do you not live with them? Are parents of this era not required to care for their pups?"
Pup?!
At that word my head snapped up, my eyes narrowed.
Did he know?
"What?" I asked, a sharp, searing edge to my voice. Sesshomaru looked slightly taken aback for a moment before pulling himself together and, once again, wiping his face clean of any emotion.
"I am sorry..." he said, looking at me through dull eyes. "...that is what...children are called for my kind." I felt my anger slowly drop as my eyes fell to my lap, my eyes tracing the lines in my palms as I spoke.
"Their supposed to...but some don`t...some can`t." I sighed. "I only knew my Father for like...the first week of my life...and then he fucking up and bailed on my mom all alone to take care of me, only to have ME taken away a few years later because she was...'unsuitable.'" I let out a loud snort.
"Why did they find her...unsuitable?" I shrugged.
"I was put into foster care and ended up living with the Higurashi`s." I said, brushing off his question. "Buuut...I guess I was too much for them because one day I came back from minding the well and...they were gone."
"They had just left?" I nodded. "That is odd."
"Ehh..." I cracked my neck once and laid back on the wonderfully soft bed, closing my tired eyes. "Shit happens sometimes."
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Sesshomaru stood above the sleeping girl, looking down at her frame covered by the thin sheet, her quilt kicked off the side and laid in a puddle of rose colored cloth on the floor.
He remembered her eyes...those sad, brown eyes he had seen last night, hidden among the shadow, and again this morning. It would be a odd coincidence that she would share such similar eyes with such a massive beast.
But he had the strong suspicion that it wasn`t a coincidence at all.
Brushing his claws gently over her faintly pink cheek he leaned down, lightly running his nose along her neck, taking in her scent. For some odd reason his stomach tightened as he smelt it.
The same scent as the night before.
Slowly he stood by up, slightly unsure of what to do with the recent realization, but relieved that finally all the pieces were falling into place. After staring down at her for a moment he bent over and pulled up the quilt, placing it over her softly as not to wake her. After stroking her cheek one last time he let out a small growl and snapped his hand away, turning and heading towards the other side of the room to his bed. He sat and leaned back against the dark headboard, pulling out the paper that the old monk had given him. He tried to concentrate, but his mind kept wondering back to the girl. Finally, he gave up with a loud huff and threw it off to the side of the bed, turning his head to look over the night table at the sleeping form across the room.
Her smell wasn`t bitter...but it surely had a bite to it. It was very strong...like rain or earth.
But under all of that there was something sweet.
Something very...very pure.
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Movement across my eye lids cut through my dreams, causing my eyes to snap open. I lifted my head and cast my eyes once again towards the balcony, watching as Sesshomaru stepped outside.
He wasn`t wearing his normal stuffy attire, I noted, now he only wore a simple white kimono, tied once at the waist, his hair tied up out of his face in a ponytail. I got to my feet as my eyes carried on examining him.
His eyes glittered such a familiar and warm honey gold color, narrowed slightly as he surveyed the the land before him, his hands braced atop the snowy wooden fence that enclosed the high balcony, looking somewhat like a great king overlooking his kingdom as the moon shone brightly behind him, setting his white hair aglow.
I was speechless.
Never before had I ever seen somebody that radiated such...strength...such power. He was always so annoyingly stoic and emotionless during the day and I found myself resenting his unashamed self assurance. But right then...looking up at him...it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
The cold wind ran it`s chilly fingers down my spine as the wind suddenly blew, whipping my fur as it passed, biting at my ears, lowered against the cold. I felt the wind caress across my face, watching as it silently scaled the building, fanning Sesshomaru face, blowing his bangs back revealing his glowing crescent moon tattooed on his forehead.
As his eyes slowly started to lower down to where i stood I felt my heart quicken as I retreated back into the shadows, my head bowed low. When I was back in the safe compounds of darkness I laid back down, watching his take one last, quick look around and head back inside, sliding the door shut quietly behind him.
That night I slept in my second form. To cold to sleep in my original form. My heavy head cradled on the backs of my hands, faintly feeling the delicate, cool snowflakes falling onto my snout as I fell back into my dreams, still seeing Sesshomaru against my eyelids.
He had never noticed it before but...he might actually be something amazing...
And if I had had any kind of doubt of what he had told me...they had disappeared, floating away into the night.
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Sesshomaru found the strange girl standing in front of a metal box which was held up by a single metal pole, a dull, chipped black thing connected to the box with a cord held against the side of her face. Her free hand shook as she reached into her pocket and pulled up a few coins and dumped them loudly onto a piece of the metal box that jetted out. After selecting her desired coin she shoved it into a thin slot at the top, punching a few of the numbered squares that laid just below it.
Scowling he stepping a few steps closer, leaning in, a faint buzzing touching his ears.
"Hello?" a males voice said, coming from the black thing she held against her ear.
"Hi, Sota..." the girl said, shoving her free hand back into her pocket. There was a loud sigh from the male.
"What is it, Kagome?"
The scent of shame reached his nose.
"I...I was wondering if I could borrow some money...?" there was a pause.
"You still haven`t paid me back from the last time I 'LOANED' you money." the girl scratched her head and squeezed her eyes shut.
"Yeah...I know..." she wrinkled her nose. "There`s just...not many jobs in New York-"
"Well, then you shouldn`t have left Japan." the male said, cutting her off mid sentence. "Mother told you not to."
"She`s not my mother." there was a long sigh again.
"Can we not start this again?"
"Okay..." here her voice turned small. "So...can you spear some?"
"I work hard for my money, Kagome. I have a wife and a kid to support. I can`t afford to support my dead beat-" there was a loud clank as she shoved the black thing back onto its hook.
"...you could have just said no..." her voice was whispered as she spoke to the air around her. For a short while she didn`t move. She kept her hand wrapped around the onyx contraption as she stared blankly at the numbered buttons. After a few seconds she let out a sad sigh and turned around, her face visibly falling even more as her dark eyes landed on me.
She didn`t speak a word as she slowly walked towards me, her head lowered. I watched silently as she passed, keeping a few steps behind her as we walked.
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"So what," I said as I set my bag down on the hard wooden floor. I had never saw as many stairs as there were in that damned shrine. I shook my head. I still had no idea how that old as fuck man had made it all the way up while I was sore and nearly gasping for breath. "Are you like...a King or something?" I smiled and looked over at Sesshomaru, who looked the same as he always did.
Unaffected.
"No," he said, picking up a piece of yellowing paper that sat rolled up on the desk beside him. "Merely a Lord."
'Merely.' I thought.
"Hmm..." I then dropped my attempt to start any kind of conversation with the 'Lord' and turned away, sitting on the edge of the bed I had claimed as mine and started taking off my snow wetted converse. I rubbed my sore blistered feet, the warmth from the heater by my bed was making my body relax, making me sleepy.
"Where is your home?" he said rather suddenly. My heart slowed at his words, picking back up into hyper drive seconds later as I looked up at him slowly as i tried to plaster a happy smile onto my face.
"Tokyo." I said quickly, looking back down at my battered feet. A slight accusing scent seemed to radiate off Sesshomaru, hitting my nose bitterly.
"You`re lying." he said coldly. I sighed.
"No, I`m not." I replied. "My 'family' really does live in Tokyo. Their fucking keepers of a famous shrine or something." I looked away. "THEY live in a cushy, safe house...while I live in much less comfort." My voice had unknowingly turned bitter. I took a deep breath, locking eyes back with Sesshomaru who cocked his head at me. Some of his rich, white hair falling softly onto his pale cheek as he continued to stare.
"Why do you not live with them? Are parents of this era not required to care for their pups?"
Pup?!
At that word my head snapped up, my eyes narrowed.
Did he know?
"What?" I asked, a sharp, searing edge to my voice. Sesshomaru looked slightly taken aback for a moment before pulling himself together and, once again, wiping his face clean of any emotion.
"I am sorry..." he said, looking at me through dull eyes. "...that is what...children are called for my kind." I felt my anger slowly drop as my eyes fell to my lap, my eyes tracing the lines in my palms as I spoke.
"Their supposed to...but some don`t...some can`t." I sighed. "I only knew my Father for like...the first week of my life...and then he fucking up and bailed on my mom all alone to take care of me, only to have ME taken away a few years later because she was...'unsuitable.'" I let out a loud snort.
"Why did they find her...unsuitable?" I shrugged.
"I was put into foster care and ended up living with the Higurashi`s." I said, brushing off his question. "Buuut...I guess I was too much for them because one day I came back from minding the well and...they were gone."
"They had just left?" I nodded. "That is odd."
"Ehh..." I cracked my neck once and laid back on the wonderfully soft bed, closing my tired eyes. "Shit happens sometimes."
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Sesshomaru stood above the sleeping girl, looking down at her frame covered by the thin sheet, her quilt kicked off the side and laid in a puddle of rose colored cloth on the floor.
He remembered her eyes...those sad, brown eyes he had seen last night, hidden among the shadow, and again this morning. It would be a odd coincidence that she would share such similar eyes with such a massive beast.
But he had the strong suspicion that it wasn`t a coincidence at all.
Brushing his claws gently over her faintly pink cheek he leaned down, lightly running his nose along her neck, taking in her scent. For some odd reason his stomach tightened as he smelt it.
The same scent as the night before.
Slowly he stood by up, slightly unsure of what to do with the recent realization, but relieved that finally all the pieces were falling into place. After staring down at her for a moment he bent over and pulled up the quilt, placing it over her softly as not to wake her. After stroking her cheek one last time he let out a small growl and snapped his hand away, turning and heading towards the other side of the room to his bed. He sat and leaned back against the dark headboard, pulling out the paper that the old monk had given him. He tried to concentrate, but his mind kept wondering back to the girl. Finally, he gave up with a loud huff and threw it off to the side of the bed, turning his head to look over the night table at the sleeping form across the room.
Her smell wasn`t bitter...but it surely had a bite to it. It was very strong...like rain or earth.
But under all of that there was something sweet.
Something very...very pure.
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